For the past year, I've been working with Jack.
On a good day, our routine is 1. Lunch, 2. Put Owen & Lucy down for naps, and 3. Cuddle together on the couch and do reading lessons. I have the greatest memories from all those many afternoons together. Because:
1. Jack always got it, so I never had a chance to lose my patience with him. (Okay, there were a few times. I'm not a perfect mother.)
2. He would always laugh sooooo hard. For some reason, with just the two of us working on reading, I could always get him to laugh really hard. Sometimes, a little bit too hard if you know what I mean. (He doesn't have the strongest bladder control when it comes to laughter.) The stories in the book are silly. So between the goofy stories, and poking fun at his mispronunciation of words- we had a hoot together.
I love that sweet boy. He is so smart it almost scares me sometimes. I REALLY have to watch myself around him because he doesn't miss a beat.
Oh, and on a side note. He finished yet another round of swim lessons. I think it was his second session this summer . . or was it his third? I can't remember because he's done so many in the past few years. The important thing, is that he can now swim horizontally with his head ABOVE water and actually move. (Previously, he would dunk and just sort of move around underwater without really going anywhere.) I'm not sure which I'm happier about: the fact that he can swim, or the realization that I no longer have to drive him to swim lessons anymore.
TA DA!!!